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she really linked those two words? Caught her breath several times through the sentence? And moaned the last word? And she expected him to make sense?
    Anso grunted. He was losing his last restraint. The force he held back kept mounting. It was just as he’d said, what felt like eons ago at the steps. Where they’d met. She didn’t understand.
    “Did you really wish for a man tonight?”
    “Um. Forget I just said that, okay?”
    Her skin moved against his teeth, slicing the smallest bit. Anso lifted several inches from the floor. Hovered there as the first hint of her blood seeped to the surface. Slowly sank back down.
    “Any...man? Or me?”
    The words were harsh-sounding. Almost guttural. Easily demonstrating how they’d grated against his throat.
    “Anso.”
    His name was a breathless tone, filled with emotion. He could only hope it was as it sounded – desperation.
    “And you expect...obedience?”
    The words were difficult to understand. He didn’t have much time left to explain them, either. His fangs were throbbing. His rod pressed against leather in accompaniment. This was becoming torment...to a painful degree.
    “Just kiss me already!”
    Anso rocked in place. Groaned. And did something much more potent.
    He bit her.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Leah had always dealt with things from a certain standpoint. She believed that the mind was in control. The way a person experienced life was due to how their brain processed the data it received. Mind power was the key. It controlled everything, even physical response. The mind was the all-powerful controlling factor.
    But it could do some strange things.
    It brought monsters to life and made them terrifying entities, sent unshakable dark clouds to darken a sunny day, altered a beauty queen’s reflection into that of an ogre. The mind could turn any happy moment into a morass of decay and darkness. Most of her clients had contemplated suicide before seeing her. None had gone through with it.
    And she was determined to keep that record.
    That’s why she’d become a psychologist. She had a real gift. She’d felt it since childhood. She could relate to a person while she met with them, figure out and empathize with their underlying issues, and work with them. She didn’t conquer demons, she helped people figure out how to do it themselves. With that came a real sense of fulfillment and contentment. Leah had a lot of satisfied clients who referred her services to others. Steven commented on it at every monthly meeting.
    She was absolutely certain the mind was the key to a happy life. It was able to see through any number of things to find reality. For some reason, hers had decided to take an unscheduled hiatus after the fourth shot of vodka, as if – all-of-a-sudden –she’d developed an allergy to alcohol and this was a Substance-Induced Psychotic Disorder. Or, maybe somebody had slipped her a drug for some reason and she was suffering Substance-Induced Psychotic Disorder with Hallucinations. Hard to believe Steven wouldn’t have seen that.
    Or – just maybe – this was easily explainable. Perhaps she’d fallen off the bench and hit her head, knocking herself unconscious. It was possible. Fairly improbable – but still, there had to be an explanation for this. Because facts were facts. Immutable. Absolute. Incorruptible.
    This man – this almost god-like guy – did not exist. He couldn’t. Not only was he way too gorgeous but he created all kinds of physical havoc throughout her body. Those were both impossible. Anso had not grabbed her to him and leapt into thin air. Nor had he somehow sped through the night sky. She’d watched it happen. That didn’t make it real. As for this silver room? The one with the big bed and decadently luxurious bedding? It didn’t exist, either, although if she had conjured up the perfect seductive atmosphere, she’d have imagined something like this.
    Exactly.
    Maybe she was just dreaming. It was very real, but some dreams were.